Two bookes of epigrammes, and epitaphs Dedicated to two top-branches of gentry: Sir Charles Shirley, Baronet, and William Davenport, Esquire. Written by Thomas Bancroft |
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237. To his Muse.
No enemy hath done me so much wrongAs thou, that hast betray'd me with a song
To ship-wracke of my fortunes: yet such sport
Thou dost afford me, that I hugge thee for't;
And those that most doe envy thee, delight
To see thee hovering in thine Eagle-flight,
And (proudly pearched on a Meteors backe)
With Ioves maine Thunder vying crack for crack,
While (Swallow-like) Detraction flyes below,
And chatters. For such feates I love thee so,
That were the choyce propos'd, I should refuse
Rich India's bosome, to embrace my Muse.
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